Zhou You fell into deep thought. The longer he lived in this world, the more he left behind.
With a great family and vast holdings, with all those jars and jugs, how could he bear to abandon them all at once?
Was there truly no way to have the best of both worlds?
The claim that Martial Saints had no families was widely circulated, but how could one be sure it was not deliberately spread by people with ulterior motives to conceal the true history?
He refused to believe that, with a Martial Saint's methods, they could not carve out another space to propagate their descendants.
"Don't count on getting lucky. The hardest thing in this world is having it both ways. If you want a harvest as great as the heavens, you must pay a price as great as the heavens."
The Ninth Generation Ancestor said leisurely, "If you knew that some people sacrificed everything yet gained nothing, you would understand just how slim the hope of becoming a Martial Saint truly is."
Zhou You thought calmly. Without the System Panel, at best he would only have become a Grandmaster, perhaps not even reaching the level of Marquis Shen or Yin Dao. The legendary Southern Sword, Northern Ge was even farther beyond reach.
Martial Saint—a title steeped in magic. Since ancient times, how many peerless prodigies had it trapped to death?
When young and reckless, one might dare boast of pointing one's sword at Martial Sainthood. Yet those who truly understood the inside story—such as Zhenbei Ge, Duke Niu, and the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword—had always treated the words "Martial Saint" as taboo.
Only by knowing its profound meaning could one grow more reverent, and examine it with the proper attitude.
"Ancestor, if Duke Niu becomes a Martial Saint